Throw up into your typewriter every morning. Clean up every noon.
When I'm not working, I definitely I like waking up at noon.
He that hath the name to be an early riser may sleep till noon.
Discover the time of day when you write best, and write then. For me it's about 7 am to noon. For other people it's overnight. Try not to do anything other than write between those times.
I start work around 8 a. m. and usually finish around noon. If there's more to do, I do it in the late afternoon, although that isn't prime time for me.
Morning found us unaware, noon burn gold into our hair, at night we swim the laughin sea, where will we be?
I've been told to keep my remarks relatively brief. I understand Quayle-hunting season begins at noon.
Give a man a reputation as an early riser and he can sleep 'til noon.
His Labor is a Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, for a Bee's experience Of Clovers, and of Noon!
People are not interested in you. They are not interested in me. They are interested in themselves - morning, noon and after dinner.
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
At noon I observed a bevy of nude young native women bathing in the sea, and I went and sat down on their clothes to keep them from being stolen.
Noon, ripe as thunder and silent as thought, had fled unfingered.
If I want to eat lunch, I can't go out at noon and head over to Chick-fil-A or Mac's restaurant and not get stopped.
The deadlines are much, much longer with books. When I was a reporter, a lot of times I'd come in at 8:30 a. m. , get an assignment right away, interview somebody, turn the story in by 9:30, and have the finished story in the paper that landed on my desk by noon.
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair.
A minister has to be able to read a clock. At noon, it's time to go home and turn up the pot roast and get the peas out of the freezer.
Sometimes to find the light, you have to go through the deepest darkness.
Ladies bathed before noon, after their three o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum.
Not the bee upon the blossom, In the pride o' sunny noon; Not the little sporting fairy, All beneath the simmer moon; Not the poet, in the moment Fancy lightens in his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, That thy presence gi'es to me.